That You Are Coming Soon Poem by Rahman Henry

You are not in front of, not in sight

So
I love the images you left here
The smell you spread in the air

And
A green woods I named after you

But
Nobody knows where the woods located

The green woods and I stand here still
For both of us know, that,

At an upcoming night a star-clouded sky
Would bathe with moon's shower, and,
A moon would unveil her smiling face
A lonesome night would be crowded again

That you are coming soon...